Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Blooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and your-your, for you and
You got the c to the, huh,
Ain't it,huh, come on,
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, nursery
Brother com, gotta make our move
The stylist and with vibrance
The sign of times with rhyme is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream seems for real
A nigga up, superstar, with no acres
After, the world to see paper's just paper
Streets ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the breaking off
I get the job done, but days I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
said, we ain't got no time for that!
My old bird like, we got no time for that!
So I when my back hurts
Play the from my grandmother like kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but then to sin
We're in to win with hen's and
for each and greet the meek with speech
To seek and peak cause pete, shit deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most pull the gun out
Go on and on and, to the of when the
Sound run out, run out, out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em with the) rough and rugged (come on) and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
(come on) hard-core
(Ain't it funky) rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I taste these horns
I want you to taste horns, come on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) cold-blooded (yeah)
(Ain't it) and rugged (uh) rugged and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
come on, em, give us a little more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) and rugged, rugged and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
These mention me,
As a, intense MC, sent to be the
On the I came
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
Time for war, my artillery caulks the hardest
I'm 'em soft
Dealing golf, getting blowed on the course
I be dissing magazines, but then buy the
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
sissies strut like this is beat street in backpacks
Bragging how they eat meat and abstract
I em with they skateboard, flee the crime scene
With a scheme to escape frauds
Make broads become queens, run things a rasta sprinter
The way you want the game I rub off like
I remain like a tattoo with natural
Copy like a fax that's actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it wherever I
I done thought of, a master plan, it